The Fair Maid of Dunsore's Lamentation.  
Occasioned by Lord Wigmore, once Governor of Warwick Castle. Being a full and true relation, how Lord Wigmore enticed the fair Isabel of Dunsmore in W 〈…〉 shire, a Shepherd's Daughter to his bed; she afterwards perceiving herself to be with 〈◊〉 〈…〉 him, rather than she would undergo the vulgar disgrace amongst her friends, did stab h●●●●●● and died immediately.  
Tune of, Troy Town. With Allowance  
 

ALL you that ever heard the Name  
of Wigmore that Renowned Lord,  
Who once had gained a Glorious Fame,  
but lost it of his own accord:  
A lustful Love did cause his woe,  
Which did his Honour overthrow.   

The King had made him Governor  
of Warwick-castle, where he dwelled  
Not long, but quickly heard of her  
whose name to name my heart doth melt:  
A lustful love, etc.   

Fair Isabel they did her call,  
a Shepherd's Daughter fair and bright,  
Which caused this man of might to fall  
in love with her at the first sight:  
A lustful love, etc.   

Lord Wigmore, on a Summer's day,  
with his own servant walked the field,  
By a small River they took their way,  
whose murmuring current did pleasure yield  
But a lustful love, etc.   

They had not walked very far,  
but easily they might espy,  
Fair Isabels body to appear,  
a washing of herself just by:  
A lustful love, etc.   

She in the silver stream alone,  
was washing of her milk-white skin,  
But had she her misfortunes known,  
she would not in that place have been.  
A lustful love, etc.   

The more he looked the more he loved,  
till looking did for action call,  
With flames of lust his heart was moved,  
to work her ruin and his fall.  
A lustful love, etc.   

Thus viewing her with burning pain,  
he could no longer there abide,  
But to his Castle returns again,  
and there would fain his passion hid.  
But lustful love, etc.   

But all in vain the more he strove,  
from lovesick fancies to retire,  
The more he burned in lustful love,  
and Isabel must quench the fire.  
A lustful love, etc.   
 

A trusty servant forth he sends,  
to bring her to him without delay,  
Resolving for to have his ends,  
and quickly too he could not stay.  
A lustful, etc.   

The Servant goes at his command,  
and vows he will not be denied,  
There did he find fair Isabel stand,  
jousts ready dressed by the River side.  
A lustful love, etc.   

The Servant told her courteously,  
his Lord desired her for to come,  
For he must speak with her instantly,  
she grants and went into his Room,  
A lustful love, etc.   

Lord Wigmore fell upon his knees,  
and begged to him she would be kind,  
Crying Isabel, my dear, none sees,  
blush not my sweetest, love is blind,  
A lustful love, etc.   

Her innocence was overcome,  
oh pity 'twas she was beguiled;  
She afterwards returned home,  
and from that time conceived with child.  
A lustful love did cause his woe,  
Which did his Honour overthrow.   

Fair Isabells' mournful Recantation.  
AT Dunsmore the fair Isabella,  
near unto Warwick that brave town  
There 'twas she mournfully did dwell,  
repenting what was yet unknown.  
With sighs she cries Heaven pity me,  
Lord Wigmore this is long of thee.  
Qaoth she alas what shall I do,  
or unto whom shall I make my moan,  
Each day and hour increase my woe,  
and yet I dare not make it known,  
With sighs, etc.  
Oh, that I had ne'er been born,  
or being born had died just then,  
Each Virgin will hold me in scorn,  
and shall be scoffed by all youngmen,  
With sighs, etc.  
At six months' end she could perceive,  
her belly swelled and big did grow,  
The Babe within her womb did strive,  
and friends begun the cause to know,  
With sighs, etc.  
Poor Isabel distressed with grief,  
laments her folly, but too late,  
Instead of giving her relief,  
her friends do prosecute their hate.  
With sighs, etc.  
But she not able to endure,  
their anger and her own disgrace,  
Resolves to find a speedy cure,  
in some convenient private place.  
With sighs, etc.  
With this sad resolution bend,  
she takes a dagger in her hand,  
'Twill make a heart of stone relent,  
the truth of this to understand.  
With sighs, etc.  
She prays that heaven would her forgive,  
then to her heart her dagger sent.  
And down she dropped, let those that live,  
take care betimes, and all repent.  
At last she cried, etc.  
Lord Wigmore hearing of this deed,  
he never more had quiet rest,  
His guilty heart did in him bleed:  
and privately his sins confessed.  
Fair Isabel forgive, and I  
Will pine with sorrow till I die.  
I must confess I did thee wrong,  
and openly will it proclaim,  
Let all youngmen that hear this song,  
take care they ne'er commit the same,  
Fair Isabel, etc.  
And when I am dead, and blood is cold,  
to show my dear I loved the well,  
One Tomb shall both our bodies hold,  
such is my love for Isabel.  
Fair Saint forgive my crime, and I  
Will pine with sorrow till I die.    

Printed for E. Oliver, at the Golden-Key on Snow-hill, over-against St. Sepulchres-Church.